Gigi climbed reluctantly into the back seat of the old Chevy, slamming the door behind her. She watched as her mother settled herself into the driver’s seat and fiddled with the light controls. The windshield wipers flicked back and forth twice. Headlights switched from high to low beam and back, illuminating the yard ahead.Read More »
It’s dark and the park is ours again.
The yoga-pant moms and work-Visa nannies have taken their squalling brats home, fed them nutritionally void plates of gummy pasta and orange sauce that tastes nothing of cheese, and tucked them into their race-car beds.Read More »
The dying embers of the fire glow under the ministrations of a gentle wind, a thousand splendid suns shining in the darkness.Read More »
Old dog sleeps on the grass,
paws twitching after dream prey.
His joints have gone stiff.Read More »
I surround myself with people who feel deeply but who struggle to appropriately express their emotions.
My life is filled with artists. They write and sing and paint and create things in many forms. They channel their feelings through themselves into media to be shared with others and they feel as though they have let others in.
I understand that feeling. Read More »
I spent 20 minutes on a short story idea yesterday and I spent three hours on a blog post today. I am writing. I will keep writing.
[written 3/21/15. published 3/31/16. I haven’t given up yet.]
I read the introduction to Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird today.
It was funny. It was relate-able. It was inspiring. It made me long to write.Read More »